Meanwhile and back in Tokyo, the mecha-kaiju is about to finish things up – and finish them up in style, if possible.
Since the whole fight had followed traditional wrestling choreography, the pilot feels that a high-flying move would be appropriate for the situation. In the absence of a proper ring, the closest building of sufficient height will have to suffice. And getting on top of it turns out to be surprisingly easy, since a well-placed cut keeps the act of climbing as such off-screen – necessarily so, since that’s something a guy in a rubber suit would never be able to pull off convincingly. The pilot was apparently unaware that he had that sort of short-cut available, and that his real-life physics-based concerns really have no place within a B-movie.
As soon as he’s reached the top, however, he seems to get possessed by the genius loci, or something along those lines. The sudden urge to chest-thump wildly overcame his usual tendency towards introversion with a determined surprise act, and now he’ll have to live with the fact that he just acted extrovertedly within eyesight of most of Japan’s largest city. The only alternative to living with would be dying from it, and the embarrassment not quite that bad…although it does come somewhat close-ish.
The footnote underneath panel two is kind of a bilingual bonus. It’s a time-honored Bavarian lament concerning BMI and elevation, but doesn’t hold any further relevance to the plot.
More on Thurs…uh, Monday!